Hetalia: The Fifty Stars

Chapter 6: Blood and Tea

Massachusetts. The 6th state was known to be one of the most rebellious colonies among the Original Thirteen. He was particularly known to cause England a lot of trouble, causing a rift to grow between the two. Both the Boston Massacre and the Boston Tea Party contributed to their eventual separation. However, their rift began long before such events happened.

During the Colonial Era of America, the Original Thirteen were rather distant from England. While loyal, they mostly operated on their own, rarely relying on England's assistance. Even during the French and Indian War, the colonies managed to hold their ground against French invasions until England's arrival which even then didn't make that much of a difference. Fortunately, England managed to win the war. Life returned to normal, no?

Unfortunately, England incurred a large debt from the war. To his credit, since he went so far as to protect his colonies from the French Frog, he thought it was his colonies' duty to compensate him and his soldiers that were assigned to protect them. Having gotten used to England's absence for so long, the Original Thirteen found England's actions annoying and intrusive, especially the taxes he introduced. While the taxes in the colonies weren't as bad as the ones in England's home, the colonists weren't happy for the lack of say on the matter. Among the loudest voices of opposition was Massachusetts who did more than voice his opposition.

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September 1774.

"Fucking hell! Enough is enough!"

I slammed my leather bag on the ground. The heavy slam of textbooks echoed against the hardwood flooring. I heard a hard knock on the front door behind me.

"Hey! Is everything alright?" said one of the bloody backs.

"Bugger off! None of your god damn business!" I scolded him.

I ignored his complaints. I picked up my hefty bag of books and head up the stairs to my room. I shut the door and locked it behind me. I dragged my books to my desk. I didn't bother to put them back on the nearby bookshelf. I just left them on top of my work desk as I crashed into my small bed. I groaned into my pillow in a mixture of anger and exhaustion. My tongue craved for a glass of beer, eager to drink my problems away. But then I remembered my wallet. And then, the redcoats who guarded my door.

I groaned into my pillow again.

That limey bastard. He couldn't trust me. I get it. No matter where I went, two red assholes would always escort me to my destination. The only sense of privacy I was given was within my home, however, it was temporary. They would always search my house without warning, making sure I wasn't hiding anything. In addition to that, there were rules that restricted my power. I couldn't see my friends, not even the other colonies. I couldn't even write letters to my friends without a redcoat's approval. It was impossible to escape their watchful eye. My home was basically a prison, and I'm the prisoner, stuck to suffer the consequences of my actions.

Did I deserve this? No! Not at all! What I did wasn't a crime. It was a protest against the injustices caused by the British Parliament. Arthur refused to listen to my complaints. He finally listened when I threw his shitty tea into the harbor. Of course, he did more than listened. I expected punishment. The tea was expensive, that I knew. However, I didn't think he would punish me this harshly.

Were there any regrets? Absolutely not! I'm in no hurry to obey Bushy Brows. I'm never going to revert back to becoming his loyal bitch. The next time I see him, I'm going to spit on his expensive, leather shoes, and tell him to go stick his cock in a bucket of tar.

I couldn't help, but snicker at such a dirty suggestion.

How crude of me to think like that. It was...ungentlemanly of me. Yet, it felt...natural. Like a breath of air. Like a good laugh. It wasn't forced. Nor was it fake...